Part 1 It was an ordinary Tuesday. I hate ordinary Tuesdays. They always feel like the calm before the storm, the deep, quiet…
Part 1 The smell of ammonia and floor wax was my shield. It was my invisibility cloak. For three years, I’d perfected the…
Part 1 The rain was relentless, a cold, miserable November static against the diner window. It was the kind of night that seeps…
The sound of the snap echoed in the sudden, crushing silence of the gym. It wasn’t loud—more of a wet pop, like a…
The graffiti in the executive restroom was new. ‘Janitors: God’s Failed Heroes.’ A fresh, black slash of ink on the pristine mirror I…
The engines whined to life, a deep, rising scream that vibrated through the cockpit into my very bones. I watched through the canopy…
The flight attendant, a young woman with nervous hands who wasn’t Clara, wobbled as she passed. She glanced at me, a quick, almost…
The bad dreams had been getting worse, even before the permission slip. Not the usual kind. These were the vivid ones. The ones…
A flicker of a smirk touched Lieutenant Orion Thade’s lips, three spots down from me. It was a micro-expression, gone in an instant,…
The Elridge Port smells like three things: salt, diesel, and desperation. It’s a smell that gets into your clothes, under your skin. For…